Romans & histoires Nanase Classroom Of The Elite

He totally ignored her and left the classroom with his books. “That was rude!”She muttered to herself. “The students in this class are super Weird ..don’t think about it...Am Nana “Nana said to Aaliyah. Aaliyah turns” Am Aaliyah..” “Yeah, we know...Am Rachel .....” “The class nerd” Nana completed and Rachel glared at her. “A beautiful nerd I must say ....Nerds like wearing glasses you know...”Aaliyah said. “A weird nerd you mean to say...beautiful psst!”Nana laughed.

I slump my shoulders as the five of us walk to class with Elina and Kathleen in front of me and Jeremiah and Caleb at my back. They make it seem like I’m a really important person. The only thing lacking with this situation is for them to wear sunglasses, earpieces and black suits. They’d be the epitome of every celebrity and rich man’s bodyguards. We arrive inside the classroom and lucky enough, Ms. Calvin isn’t there yet. That’s odd. Elina exchanges seat with Jeremiah for the meantime and gossips with me. “Niks, do you have a relative with the same hair color as you?”

THIRD POV PAST. In a prestigious educational institute, nineteen year old Annalise was in her senior year. Living her life to the fullest. Her Father was a teacher there so she got her admission there as well. “Elise!” A screeching sound called her when her classmate ran to her. “What?!” Annalise was resting on the bench, her face covered with her hands. The center of attention of her class, the type of person everyone wanted to befriend.

Hayes pushed Keona’s head, “Everyone knows you hate Professor Marcel, it’s obvious you would rather walk on fire than be in the same space with him.” Hayes made a lot of sense. I think I would tell Sir we should come in our separate cars. I can’t let rumors spread about us right now. “Whatever,” I said in a high-pitched sing-like voice as I took my seat. The first class went by slowly, and the second one came in. “You seem excited,” Keona bumped her shoulder with mine. “It’s my man’s class,” I whispered with excitement. “Must be nice to be in love,” Eveline scoffed as she made faces.

Epilogue Ten months later… “Anaisse, this is the most bee-yoo-ti-ful studio ever! I can’t wait for the first class,” Lee Anne gushed in a slightly tipsy twang as she closed in for a hug. Ginger moved quickly and intercepted Lee Anne’s champagne flute before the Southern belle’s sloppy hug splashed the contents all over Anaisse’s strapless black cocktail dress. When Lee Anne drew back, Ginger raised the half-empty glass and toasted Anaisse. “You’ve done well.” Ariana nodded. “Yes, Anaisse. You make us proud.”

I feel anger arose in me again, “Just shut your hole and stop lying!” “Language!” Ms. Dave hisses. “This is not acceptable. Both of you, in my office, now!” She escorts both of us into her office and closes the door behind her to block away curious gazes. Then she comes around the desk and sits down behind it, “I don’t care what you have to say. But this is an elite school for elite students. We do not indulge nails fight and hair pulling—” “Not all elites,” Katherine snorts lowly. “Definitely not her.”

“Don’t get me wrong, you and Julian are brilliant, but you don’t have the drive that Nathaniel and I do. You’re the children of billionaires.” “You’re upper class!” “And you’re the one percent. Anyways, time to get ready. The last day of school is just as important as the first day, you know?” “You’re a lunatic!” “I don’t care. As long as I’m a bigger lunatic than Nathaniel Watson is.” -- “Profesor Long!” I smiled as I entered the classroom. “Hello Willow,” He sounded kind of annoyed. Maybe I had asked him one too many questions over the years.

She seemed very timid as her pale blue eyes stared back at us while her lower lip quivered visibly. “I…I’m Selena. It’s nice to meet you…” Selena finally said softly as her eyes darted all over the place. “Follow me this way. I will personally teach you how things work around here,” Madame Cassandra said before leading the way. We followed her down a narrow hallway before she entered a room that resembled a small classroom. She gestured with her hand for us the take a seat at the small desks in the room. After seeing that the three of us had taken our seats, she began her explanations immediately.

As I get closer, I see that it is Ophelia. Nash looks like he just got to open a Christmas present early with the way he is looking at her. Nash is in his early twenties, most of the female population of the school thinks that he is good-looking. To me, he is just another guy. I notice that Ophelia seems to be slightly blushing and almost a little uncomfortable with the situation. I take that as my cue to walk into the classroom. I make sure that Nash doesn’t do anything to upset her. Once he notices me, he quickly wraps up what he was saying and points her to a desk to have a seat.

"From the grades of the test you passed, it was impossible to place you in a normal class, because it will be wasting your time. We put you in the elite classroom, it’s a class reserved for our most talented students. they are all male students, but I'm sure that you'll be at ease with them, they're wonderful gentlemen and you'll get along well. Of course, you'll have the chance to meet female students in the manners, music, art, and dance classes." An all-male classroom. The headmaster was trying to challenge her. And Elin wasn’t sure she liked where this was going nor did she have the time for it. " I fully trust your strategy headmaster. I believe that I won't be in a better situation if